Filo stared at the towering spiral structure piercing the clouds, getting major Aincrad vibes (y’know, Sword Art Online’s main stage). The thing screamed “I transmigrated again!” because it felt so out of place in this world—like it wasn’t from this era, maybe not even this reality.
“Master? What’s this thing?” Bingpo tilted her head, dragon eyes wide, staring at the weird structure. Filo awkwardly turned her head, lips twitching.
How the hell would I know? I’m clueless about this world’s stuff. Compared to you guys, I’m like a third-grader next to Peking University grads.
No way I’m saying it’s “Aincrad,” right? Wait… maybe that’s not a bad idea…
Filo went quiet for a sec. Bingpo, Chiyan, Lin, and even the panda cutie beast stared at her. She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and raised her head.
“Of course I know! This is called Aincrad. Super dangerous but crazy magical. Some die here, others score epic loot, soar to greatness, and bag countless cuties.” Filo pointed a finger, not even blushing.
They don’t know what this is, so I can BS whatever—gotta keep Master’s dignity intact!
The crew’s jaws dropped, faces screaming “mind blown.” Aincrad… sounds legit!
“No surprise from Master! Total bookworm, seen it all!” Bingpo blurted, hyped.
Filo squirmed, a bit embarrassed. Bookworm? Nah, just read too many novels.
She was about to say “forget it, let’s land and rest” when Chiyan, all fired up, flapped her wings and bolted toward the spiral tower.
“Master, let’s check it out!!!”
Before Filo could stop her, Chiyan was halfway there. Filo sighed, hand on her cheek. “Bingpo, chase her.”
“Got it, Master.”
Bingpo flapped after her, secretly stoked to explore too. Master said it’s dangerous, but dragons live for danger—bigger risks, bigger rewards.
Aincrad… sounds so cool, so high-class. Gotta be some epic loot inside. I’ll find something to yeet Chiyan with, or maybe some charm-boosting gear… heh, not bad.
Bingpo sped up, overtaking Chiyan. The two dragons turned it into a race, swapping leads, reaching the spiral tower’s first floor with a sonic boom in seconds.
Landing hit hardest. From afar, it could’ve been a mirage, but on the ground, staring up, the tower’s sheer size was unreal.
Next second, a pure-white dragon landed lightly beside Filo’s crew. Its vibe was off—not quite like Bingpo and Chiyan’s dragon style.
Bingpo and Chiyan eyed it, hesitated, then used Detect.
[Insufficient Permissions, Unable to Detect]
“What? Master!”
They whipped around to Filo, who waved them off, already knowing what they wanted. “Detect.”
Filo used her own Detect skill. Her perms were definitely high enough.
Her virtual interface flickered, then popped up a full profile.
Name: None
Gender: None
Race: Ancient Dragon (White Dragon Clan)
Level: 1899
Strength: 140,000
Defense: 140,000
Agility: 140,000
Skills: Control Terminal LV6, Eternal Mind, Dragon Consciousness…
Titles: [Overlord] [Last Ancient Dragon] [Indomitable Spirit] [King Candidate]
Filo’s head filled with question marks. She wasn’t confused before, but now? Total overload. This place was way weirder—and riskier—than she thought.
Still, the white dragon wasn’t a mute. After a pause, it spoke, voice like an elder woman’s.
“Didn’t expect visitors after 1000 years. A Blood Clan True Ancestor and dragons? You’re not from my branch—descendants of another dragon clan from the ancient war? That’s great.”
Its voice carried a soothing, almost maternal vibe, making Bingpo and Chiyan feel weirdly calm and touched, like meeting their mom.
“What’s this [Ancient Dragon] in the data? Did our dragon clan’s history get cut off?” Bingpo asked, super curious.
The white dragon nodded but didn’t spill. She could tell the current dragon elders hid that history, so she wasn’t gonna blab.
“All you need to know is this is the ancient dragons’ last home—and graveyard. Some found this place, entered. Some died, others scored treasures, went back to their worlds, and became legends. Wanna try? Don’t expect a free pass just ‘cause you’re dragon kin. If you’re in danger, I’m not saving you.”
The white dragon eyed Chiyan and Bingpo. She knew dragon descendants wouldn’t back down—dragons love a gamble.
“Oh, and Blood Clan True Ancestor, you stay out. I’m scared you’d wreck our graveyard.”
Filo gave her salty fish eyes.
Me, pure, innocent, cute, and kind? I’m not that dangerous, c’mon!
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